We are the record-keepers
you and I.
Present but unaccounted for
we attend life as a history lesson.
Watching, watching, always watching.
And I think we make others wary,
you and I.
There is not much that ties us to this story
and there is an otherworldliness
that is frightening to the others.

But I understand you, Record-Keeper;
your complacence that makes you different.
We are the same, Record-Keeper,
and in the same way alone.